Holy shit, y'all. We made it one whole month with two kids - who are both alive and, it would appear, thriving. I am still exhausted. Some things have definitely gotten easier - Angus has gained enough weight continuously that we can now let him sleep a 3-4 hour stretch at night. L has been... Continue Reading →

Sorry to leave y'all hanging . . . Meet Angus Greer: Here's the story: When we woke up on Wednesday morning, we knew induction was coming - but we thought we might have up to a week to get things finalized. You know, make a few more burritos, clean the house, that kind of thing.... Continue Reading →

Another week, another round of appointments. All good news – L & Tiny ‘passed’ the NST with flying colors, and BPP looks good – adequate fluid, good blood flow in umbilical cord, practice breathing. Thanks to everyone for weighing in on the scheduled cesarean vs. induction question. While it’s not 100% yet, I think L... Continue Reading →

MFM appointment this morning revealed that Tiny is still tiny but still doing well by most measures: adequate fluid, good blood flow in the umbilical cord, moving well, practicing breathing, with an excellent heart rate. The placenta is showing slightly more signs of dysfunction, but is still working effectively. For now, it’s stay the course.... Continue Reading →

Well, we officially live in Tacoma, WA! Everything we own (minus our lawnmower and a carpet cleaner) is now in our house, and the rental has been scrubbed and swept and mopped and fixed! A week from today we’ll hand over our keys and say “Boy Bye” to the awful landlords and the decrepit house.... Continue Reading →

Remember back a few months ago when I kept losing consciousness randomly throughout the day and it was really fucking terrifying? And then I had my heart and my brain and all kinds of things tested, and all of them were normal? And the neurologist scheduled me for one last test (for dysautonomia) and put... Continue Reading →

Time immediately speeds up once you have a kid. It’s just the way of things. This is, of course, in addition to the usual acceleration of time that happens as we age. And, too, time starts to have a different meaning. Two years was an entirely different conceptual chunk of time before Ansel was born,... Continue Reading →

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One research obsessed post-punk political dyke and one wonder-endowed post-modern theater professor fall in love and decide to make some babies. Hilarity, awkwardness and, sometimes, tenderheartedness, ensues.

Herein lies an adventure of queer infertility and making a family without biology on your side.